“Until the moment comes when we, the Americans, are able to accept the fact that my ancestors are both black and white, that on this continent we are trying to forge a new identity, that we need each other, that I am not a ward of America, I am not an object of missionary charity, I am one of the people whose forefathers built this country...until this moment comes there is scarcely any hope for the American dream…

...I love America more than any other country in the world, and exactly for this reason, I insist on the right to criticize her perpetually.”